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“Son of a fucking bitch,” I said quietly. “Does Tim have another family? That kid looks about five years old.”
“You can’t jump to conclusions no matter what it looks like. She might be his new girlfriend and she’s got a child.”
“You’re right. That makes more sense.” I grabbed my phone and messaged Pierce and Sutton the address. At least this way, I’d know the truth.
Unease and foreboding clutched my chest. I’d thought I knew who my father really was, but apparently, I had no fucking clue.
Chapter Six
As Zayne and I headed back to 4 Play, I realized I’d gone in search of answers but had only ended up with more questions. Who the hell was my father, and who were the people with him? Was the little girl my sister? My thoughts were scattered all over the place.
Before it got any later, I texted Mom to see if she was all right. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure where she was, or if she’d receive my message. She could be in London or still on the plane, but I had to try to reach out since Tim had been lurking around in her home.
Once I was safely inside the penthouse, my stomach growled loudly. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and it was after nine at night. Pacing to the window, I glanced out at the dark-shrouded city. Was River down there somewhere? Was she close by or across the world? I swallowed hard while my heart splintered into pieces. The minutes ticked by with no leads. Fuck it. I needed to check in with Pierce.
I typed out a quick text, the unbearable silence suffocating me.
My phone buzzed with a new message from Pierce.
First, Sutton didn’t find anything on River’s phone. Second, we’re checking into a lead now. I will tell you more as soon as I know.
My pulse skyrocketed, and I leaned my forehead against the window. I hoped like hell it was a strong tip they were following.
For the moment, I needed some noise before I went insane. Spotting the remote, I pushed the power button and turned the television on. I didn’t give a rat’s ass what was playing. I just wanted to stay in control of my emotions. Breaking down wouldn’t solve anything. I had to figure shit out.
Finally, I realized that in order to think straight, I had to fuel my mind and body. I whipped up a quick veggie omelet with some sausage and toast. My stomach clenched. River and I should have already made love on the counter. I should be eating her for dinner.
My dick hardened immediately at the thought of one of her legs over each of my shoulders and my tongue buried deep inside her. I loved how she arched her back, her nipples hard and begging to be played with. Suddenly, it dawned on me that we wouldn’t have to worry about birth control for nine months. My cock deflated as the harsh reality crashed over me again, nearly knocking me off balance. If River is in danger, so is our baby.
I picked up my plate and sat at the dining room table. River had talked me into dark wood pieces for the penthouse. Honestly, I didn’t care what we chose, but she thought the contrast would complement the white marble. She was right. Everything we’d chosen, from rugs to the artwork, blended beautifully. She had a good eye.
Clenching my fist, I forced myself to pick up my fork and shove the food into my mouth. I nearly gagged on the eggs. The stress was making me sick, but I had to eat. I massaged my forehead, willing the pounding headache to leave. Over the next several minutes, I ate slowly and began to feel better physically.
Exhaustion seeped deep into my bones. Regardless of if I could sleep or not, I had to rest. I wouldn’t be worth shit if I were too tired to piece together a complete sentence. It was funny how I realized I needed to take care of myself in order to benefit River. The notion had never crossed my mind before, but I’d never been in love either. I thought I was once, but I think it was all of the sex with Brynn. She was beautiful, and I was pretty sure my dick had been ruling my emotions. Eventually, I saw her again as one of my best friends instead of romantically.
The sex club had brought us all closer in a way I hadn’t imagined. We weren’t only connected physically. We were tied to each other for the rest of our lives. Images of the group flashed through my mind: Sariah, Brynn, Payton, Jace, Chance, and I were sweaty and tangled up. We passed the ladies around and licked and fucked them until their cries of pleasure burst through the playroom. Sometimes the girls would play together, and the guys would watch. Eventually, we’d get in there as well. Brynn had a mouth on her, and as much as she loved getting fucked by Sariah, she sucked my dick like …
“Stop.” I slammed my fist down on the table, my fork jumping into the air and clattering to the floor.
I bowed my head. The group was my safe place, and the only reason I was thinking about them was to get my mind off reality. And … to prepare myself if River didn’t return. My jaw clenched. I refused to believe that she wouldn’t. I should be planning for our future together and welcoming our baby into this world. Although I’d never planned to have kids, River had changed my mind. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to marry her and have a family.
My dinner churned in my stomach as horrible questions haunted me. What if she lost the baby? What if she was raped or beaten? I shot out of my chair, sending it flying backward and clattering to the floor.
I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands as images of a battered and bloodied River bombarded me. “No,” I cried out to no one, shaking my head furiously.
A knock on the door pulled my attention away from my dark thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and although Zayne was in the hall, I peered through the peephole. Chance.
I swung the door open, my gaze landing on his. Chance had always been quieter than the rest of the group, but his emotions were evident in his stormy blue eyes. Right now, they flashed with a combination of worry and concern.
“Hey, is everything okay downstairs?” I asked while I stepped back and let him in.
Chance ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He ditched the suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his light gray dress shirt.
“It’s fine. A typical night. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.” Chance shoved a hand into the pocket of his slacks and closed the door behind him. His attention dialed in on the chair that still laid on its side. Without a word or any questions, he strolled across the room and picked it up. He nodded to my plate. “Looks like you ate something.”
I nodded as I headed to the wall of windows that overlooked downtown Spokane. “I’m trying.” My voice was thick with fear and sounded strange.
“Talk to me, man. We’ve known each other since we were kids. There’s no fucking way you’re dealing with this. I don’t want you spinning out if at all possible.” Chance joined me and stared at the city below us.
